Your Brain Is In Your Pussy. That's Right, Brain In Pussy. Your Pussy Is Your Brain. You Do All Your

i need someone older to bend me over and rape my tight little cunt!!

my roomate has such a pretty body, its such a shame she dresses like a prude!!

i hope by the time summer comes around she’s turned into a full on bimbo..

i need to be someones house-slut!! staying home and roaming around in tight clothes or no clothes, and being bent over any and every table and getting fucked stupid whenever!!

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the amount of subs i’m getting in my dm’s asking for aftercare from a stranger because none of their doms do it is so fucking shameful. aftercare is not something done for brownie points or something that is reserved for a monogamous partner, aftercare is basic human decency toward someone you literally fucked and roughed up. if you don’t do aftercare then don’t dom, at all. at all at all at all. in fact remain celibate and leave the community and give the rest of the world a break, it’s actually such a selfish act to dom somebody and then not give them aftercare. a serious psa because a lot of doms follow me too and i had a sub dm me asking for aftercare because his dom who i KNOW and have SPOKEN TO did not give him aftercare. and at that point it is a choice because if you’re on this platform, then aftercare and proper bdsm practice is all over and blaring across the dash. i haven’t followed a single blog that hadn’t, at one point or another, reposted about the safety of bdsm and the importance of aftercare so if you’re not giving your sub aftercare and you’re here of all places? you are actively choosing to be a horrible horrible piece of shit

The only job you should have is stripper, hooker, motel whore, happy ending masseuse, escort, porn star, glory hole, business stress/sex toy, sex toy reviewer.

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youre right! after a lonnggg day at work all i can think about is longg cock..

i get soo dumb after work - i think itd just be better for me to work somewhere i can be a whore alll dayy

Making plans to go out to the mall with you, letting you know that I’ll be at your place in ten minutes to pick you up. When I get there and knock on the door, however, you greet me in a crop top with your tits peeking out from underneath and a short skirt. You dismiss my surprise, telling me that it’s summer time and it’s just soooo hot outside, you don’t have anything better to wear to beat the heat. As you walk past me to my car though, you do catch a glimpse of the bulge in my pants, knowing my thoughts were immediately of dragging you into your house and tearing those slutty clothes off of you.

The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.

When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.

We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.

I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.

If you make a mess on my car seats on the way home, you know you’re going to get punished again.

Imagine you find a nice guy, go on a few dates and decide you like him enough to let him take your virginity.

He holds you and kisses you and asks if you're sure a million times and he makes sure to get you ready beforehand.

When he first pushes in he's so gentle, praising you as he moves slowly, stretching you out for the first time.

He thrusts gently, rubbing your clit, kissing your neck, telling you how good you feel for him until you start to get close.

He tells you to cum for him and it feels amazing, filled up with his cock, his praise in your ear, pleasure tearing through you.

But then he doesn't stop. He keeps rubbing your clit, he starts fucking harder and faster.

Your mind is a mess already and you assume he's just trying to get himself over the edge. You try to pry his wrist away but he doesn't budge.

Your back arches as it becomes too much and you cum again. He starts laughing. He starts mocking you and he still doesn't stop.

You're writhing under him as he starts pounding into you, bullying your clit rougher forcing you to cum again and again.

Your eyes are rolled back, body shaking, you cant move to fight him as he keeps going. Hips smashing against yours hard enough now to leave bruises.

His free hand grips your throat, your eyes wide in fear as he smirks down at you. "I said Id be gentle the first time, but this is what? The 5th now? Little whore just cant stop cumming hmm?" He mocks as he pulls all the way out only to slam back in. Squeezing your throat harder at the scream you try to let out.

By the end of the night you cant even count how many times he made you cum. At some point you blacked out, waking up to find yourself tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. Something much harder than his cock pumping in and out of you. Something metal.

Over time you'd come to learn that it was a fucking machine. He tells you you need to be filled at all times now that you're broken in.

Turns out by allowing him to take your virginity, you've agreed to become his entirely. And your mind is far too fucked out to come up with any logical reason why that wouldnt make sense. It does make sense. You're his now. His little fuck whore, for him to train to take him as he pleases.

And it really doesn't take long for you to learn to like it, because he's not wrong about what a dirty little slut you are in the slightest.

Do you like cake sitting kink or nah

not really noo, but if a man is into it i can be into it 🙈

i have such a silly little cunnie!! it’s alwayss throbbing soaking and wet!!! i need something filling me at all times or else i cant function!!!

today during our lecture i wore something a little less than appropriate, and i caught him staring.

he was defintely passing by more than usuall…

it gets me soo wet to think he was willing himself not to get hard at the sight of my tittes practically falling out of my shirt

i bet he thinks im a little slut now, and that he’s thinking about how wet my little cunt must be!!

should i be a little more… direct?

if im being honest.. i might have a thing for older men…

one of my professors (who’s maybe double my age) is clearly a very traditional man…

ive imagined so many times him keeping me after class just to use my tight holes to get himself off!!

anytime he walks by i push my tits together a little more, and arch my back a little more.. i just wanna give him something pretty to look at!!

recently he’s been talking to me more and more, and i think he’s beginning to understand my willingness

(i’m dying to have his cock buried in my cunt while he calls me a little slut and cums deep inside me!)